Pandemic Cure By R. Cary

Pandemic Cure

By R. Cary

Googling, scrolling, it is never enough.

Covid, corona, what number are we on?

19 = 19 times in the last minute I picked

Up my device, some call it a phone. Fauci,

Trump, oh my god we are all gonna die!

Death, in silence I bereave my death. Pop

Culture always the cure. Justin Bieber? No,

What is China doing? Russia? I know, read

Lit Hub, it’s always the cure or Google news.

I need today’s muse for my imagination to

Engage again, but this disease has silenced

My soul. Go outside, wait no, outside could =

Death. You Tube, let me hear some Imagine

Dragons, no, Lauren Daigle; repeat, repeat,

Repeat, then repeat again until that thing, that

Device becomes something new, as I was once

Told this device is also a telephone. So, I say,

‘Grandma, how are you’? I then learned what

Was truly always this year’s pandemic cure

End

Pandemic Cure

By R. Cary